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**Goksiodiffeli** · 06-22-2012, 01:59 PM

Coz a mothers heart is unique. A story I heard, you may have heard it already.

Once upon a time, in a large metropolitan area, a tall, fair, handsome young man fell deeply in love with the girl who lived in the high-rise apartment next door.

He courted her, expressed and exposed his feelings to her, and eventually won her heart.

The day he proposed, he got down on one knee and slid a stunning diamond ring onto her slender finger.

She gazed into his loving, warm gray eyes and spoke in a hushed tone.

"Darling, I love you and I will marry you. But you must prove how profoundly deep your love is for me before I can walk down the aisle with you."

He was flooded with relief to hear that she had agreed to be his wife, and wanted nothing more than to hear her desire. It was a certainty that no matter how insurmountable or impossible it was, he would find a way to come through for the ultimate woman he adored.

"Anything you wish, my love."

She smiled at him sweetly. He stood, then sat back down next to her, eagerly awaiting the challenge she would issue so that he could overcome it.

She continued, "I cannot explain my reasons for placing this demand upon you, I can only tell you that it is imperative that you do it."

She pulled her chair closer to his, so that her warm breath danced lightly across his cheek as she spoke. "The day you bring to me the heart of your mother on a silver platter is that day we will be wed. Without it, our lives together cannot continue. Will you do this to prove your love to me?"

Without hesitation, the young man agreed. "Yes, my love. I shall bring you my mother's heart tomorrow."

The next day, the young man regretfully killed his mother, then cut out her heart. He carefully placed it on a silver platter, then hurried out of the apartment and down the hall to his true love's home.

He knocked briskly, and was so excited that he lost his balance when she opened the door. He stumbled inside, and the silver tray carrying his mother's heart slid out of his hand and crashed to the floor. The young man landed face-first, his hands and knees bearing the brunt of his fall.

As sure as I am typing this story, the young man heard a faint sound emanating from the floor where the heart of his mother had landed.

"Did you hurt yourself, my son?" are the words he heard.

06-22-2012, 01:59 PM	#5
Goksiodiffeli Join Date Oct 2005 Posts 440 Senior Member	Coz a mothers heart is unique. A story I heard, you may have heard it already. Once upon a time, in a large metropolitan area, a tall, fair, handsome young man fell deeply in love with the girl who lived in the high-rise apartment next door. He courted her, expressed and exposed his feelings to her, and eventually won her heart. The day he proposed, he got down on one knee and slid a stunning diamond ring onto her slender finger. She gazed into his loving, warm gray eyes and spoke in a hushed tone. "Darling, I love you and I will marry you. But you must prove how profoundly deep your love is for me before I can walk down the aisle with you." He was flooded with relief to hear that she had agreed to be his wife, and wanted nothing more than to hear her desire. It was a certainty that no matter how insurmountable or impossible it was, he would find a way to come through for the ultimate woman he adored. "Anything you wish, my love." She smiled at him sweetly. He stood, then sat back down next to her, eagerly awaiting the challenge she would issue so that he could overcome it. She continued, "I cannot explain my reasons for placing this demand upon you, I can only tell you that it is imperative that you do it." She pulled her chair closer to his, so that her warm breath danced lightly across his cheek as she spoke. "The day you bring to me the heart of your mother on a silver platter is that day we will be wed. Without it, our lives together cannot continue. Will you do this to prove your love to me?" Without hesitation, the young man agreed. "Yes, my love. I shall bring you my mother's heart tomorrow." The next day, the young man regretfully killed his mother, then cut out her heart. He carefully placed it on a silver platter, then hurried out of the apartment and down the hall to his true love's home. He knocked briskly, and was so excited that he lost his balance when she opened the door. He stumbled inside, and the silver tray carrying his mother's heart slid out of his hand and crashed to the floor. The young man landed face-first, his hands and knees bearing the brunt of his fall. As sure as I am typing this story, the young man heard a faint sound emanating from the floor where the heart of his mother had landed. "Did you hurt yourself, my son?" are the words he heard.
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